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More poems about Memories.

        A WONDERFUL FIND
We needed a thing or two from the busy Bulk Barn,
Sears was having a sale and it would do no harm
To go and look at a new CD player with a radio,
With an old fashioned turn able wouldn’t you know.

Only $50.00 it seemed a deal we should not miss,
Our old player was a pain and was quite often remiss
As it would not play or parts of a CD it would skip,
In fact we gave up at Christmas, we did nearly flip.

For the same thing would play then just jump all about
The jolly music we liked so much we had to do without.
Well you should hear the sweet sounds those old records make,
Some are at least forty years old and way back us does take.

Classical music by musicians now gone to greener pastures,
But the sound is sweet and memories raise and then soar
On eagle wings all through our home like angel voices dear
And the large Orchestra brings love and caring ever near.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 May 2005
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